Love

Kiss 5

Reality is just like a golden crepe
Draped in cinnamon powder
It needs a sense of locality to befriend something foreign. 
Even that strange sensation, that something
Inside of me is far bigger than myself,
Like the whale inside my throat
I want to let go down two mouth-worthy lips.
There’s always a desperate streak
Inside of you climbing out of the rubble
You call a smile, which from afar looks
Like a frog’s mouth, opening to let
A clawing crab-tongue out.

Oh look at those claws slapping in force
Like a prophesy muscling time.
And one man, not knowing how much brute
Force his tongue can wield
On another, grappling a paradigm shift,
Washing away to tidal currents,
Coves filling with a ghostly feeling
Pouring over embankments,

Learning life’s most coveted inevitability.

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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